Crimson Rising (31 page)

As soon as I turn the first corner, I’m ambushed by a trio of soldiers. I skid to a stop. The Pearls bunch around the top of my head, bouncing against the ceiling, denting metal. I notice the soldiers’ eyes widen, even past their visors.

Before they have a chance to compose themselves, I pull a Pearl from above me and clench my fists. It breaks directly in front of my chest and sends a shockwave through the corridor. The security squad topples as soon as the force hits them. I watch the energy hit the walls, fluttering metal like paper.

A Drifter emerges at the end of the corridor and shoots around the corner. I only see it for a split second, and don’t have time to chase it around the ship. I can’t spare too many of these Pearls.

Luckily, the stairwell is close.

It’s also clogged. As soon as I make the turn back into pedestrian territory, I’m met with crowds of people, all bustling around on fast forward, panicked. When they spot me, their panic turns to awe.

They flatten against walls, scared to get too close. I sprint through the crowd and make a beeline for the stairwell. The Pearls sink below my shoulders when the space restricts.

I push past Shippers on the stairs, elbowing my way up two flights. Some people duck out of the way. Others slip and fall. I don’t stop to look at any of them. I climb, face forward as the energy blocks any distractions. I can’t keep the Drifters bound inside for much longer. I’m scared that if I don’t get to the surface quick enough, they’ll break and set off an explosion in the middle of the stairwell—the worst possible place.

With each step, it gets harder to control. I bite my lip and keep my fingers straight. People scream around me, but all I can think about is the release—when I get to the top of the ship and let the Pearls explode.

The thud of my feet on the steps disappears. Everything does, as the energy envelopes me. It pulls at my hair, tears at my clothing. I feel sick. These things are forcing me. I’ve never had so many so close.

One level more. One flight. Five steps.

I arrive at the top level and sprint to the center of a stone plaza, careful to move away from buildings. I don’t even notice how thin the air is until I stop. I take two choked breaths before finding my voice and shouting.

“Move out of the way!”

My panicked cry gets the attention of every single person in the plaza. They turn and stare. I hear shouts, but they’re buffered by the whispers of the Pearls around me.

I sink to my knees and bunch my fists, letting go.

Sixteen explosions pinwheel around my body.

A whirlpool of energy swallows the plaza, spreading through the top level like a black hole. I don’t know how many people duck. I don’t know how many buildings are damaged by the force. I don’t see anything beyond the wall of green, but I know, from the indescribable maelstrom consuming the plaza, that this was a bad idea.

Cassius watched as a security battalion emerged around the corner, sprinting across the Ridium-soaked streets toward Theo. But before the soldiers could come close to reaching the boy, dagger-like cones of blackness cut up through the ground, spearing their bodies like meat on toothpicks. Soldier after soldier succumbed to his power. It was a massacre.

Cassius stepped forward, careful to keep his eye on the ground in case something came at him, too. The Ridium continued to fade around his feet, working its way into the circuitry of the ship.

The wind intensified as more and more atmosphere was sucked out of the hole at the top of the dome. The ship continued to sink. Without a clear view of the space beyond the city, he couldn’t tell how close they were to hitting the ground. When they did, the resulting explosion would be enough to tear the Skyship apart.

Someone grabbed his shoulder. He pulled away and staggered forward in fear for his life.

“Cassius!” A familiar voice called him back. He turned to see Fisher’s friends, Eva and Skandar, standing before him. Their eyes focused on the distance, past his shoulders to Theo.

Cassius coughed. “Where’s Fisher?”

“We don’t know,” Skandar said. “He went with Avery.”

Eva’s mouth fell open as she watched Theo continue to fight back the ship’s forces.

“He’s covered in Ridium,” Cassius explained. “There’s no way to stop him. He’s going to bring the ship down.”

Eva was about to respond when a loud explosion rocked the opposite side of the ship. Cassius turned to see an expanding flare of green energy blossom from the far side of the city. It coursed above the tops of buildings, spreading upward and outward like a tidal wave.

He shielded his eyes from the brightness, but forced himself to keep looking. The longer he stared, the more details he could make out. There were bodies, glowing brighter and stronger than the rest of the green. Drifters swirled amongst the chaos. They circled in loops through the sky, riding the wave of energy.

“Fisher,” Cassius whispered.

Eva moved to his side. “I’ve never seen so much Pearl energy in one place.”

“It’s coming at us.” Cassius took a step back. “It won’t dissolve in time.”

She glanced down at his wrist. “Your bracelet!”

He felt the breeze tickle his bare skin. A shiver went down his spine. “We can’t let Theo get the other one. Fisher has to stay as far away as—”

The Pearl energy crackled above them like sheet lightning, splintering the rest of the dome. A few more direct hits and it would burst altogether.

Cassius bolted toward Theo. The boy continued to fend off security forces in front of him, but it stole all of his attention. If Cassius could take him by surprise, he’d have a chance of buying Fisher and the Drifters some time.

It was reckless, he knew. If anything, he should be running the opposite direction, but he couldn’t let Theo get that bracelet.

A few hundred yards and the boy was in reaching distance. Before Theo could react, Cassius bounded toward him, grabbed his shoulders, and pushed him to the ground. He grunted in pain as he collided with the Ridium. It was like tackling a cold statue.

The air around them heated as the Pearl energy pulsed closer. Theo pushed up and sent Cassius flying from his back onto the ground. The sky darkened. Seconds later, the green tidal wave ripped through the air. Cassius held his hands over his face, expecting to be hit full-on. Instead, the energy funneled into what looked like a sideways tornado and barreled straight at Theo.

Knocked off balance, the boy tried to shield himself, but the Pearl energy came at him with too much power. Cassius watched as the Ridium tore from his small frame and fell to the ground in splotches of black.

Unprotected by his suit, the energy blasted Theo to the ground. Cassius staggered to his feet and watched as the force from the Pearls threw the kid across the top of the ship, kicking him around in painful somersaults like a human tumbleweed. He prayed that it would be strong enough to drag him away entirely.

Before Theo reached the outer edge of the ship, the boy managed to conjure a thin shield of black, deflecting a wall of green back into the air and slowing himself to an uneasy stop.

Cassius took shallow breaths, watching the kid’s still body. Tendrils of smoke curled from Theo’s back. His face was buried in the ground. He wasn’t moving.

Pearl Energy. It was the key. It hurt him.

He turned back to the city with only one question on his mind.

Where was Fisher?

I regain my senses as the energy dissipates around me. As soon as I feel capable of standing, I peer at the dome, half a mile above my head. There are visible cracks, even from this distance. I shouldn’t have broken them all at once. I should’ve known there would be consequences.

But that’s just it. I didn’t feel like I was in control. It’s like they were breaking me.

Without looking at any of the fallen Shippers that litter the plaza, I take off at a sprint, following the flow of energy down the city.

I soak it in and let it push my feet forward. I run faster than ever before. It’s half me, half the Pearls. That’s okay. If I’m going to round up the Drifters, I’m going to need as much strength as I can muster.

The streets of Altair are empty. Pedestrians have filtered to the lower levels, forced downward by the unstable air pressure. It’s all deserted. The Pearl blast took care of anybody who was left.

As I continue forward, the ground darkens underfoot. My right wrist feels heavy. At first I’m convinced it’s exhaustion and nothing more, but then something forces my arm down. It’s desperate to join the black pavement below me. Ridium, and it’s everywhere.

I hear footsteps behind me and speed up. Then a voice. “Jesse!”

I glance over my shoulder and watch Avery come after me. I slow for a moment and let her catch up.

I pant. “Where did you come from?”

“I lost the Drifters, Jesse.” She struggles to match my pace. “They flew up the stairs. They’re here, somewhere, on the upper level. I’m sorry.”

“Don’t worry about it,” I say. “I think Theo’s here.” She glances at the ground and her eyes widen. By now, we all recognize Ridium. Nothing on Earth is that black— that pure.

We take the next few streets in silence. At this speed we’ll clear the top level in under five minutes.

But it’s not to be.

At the next intersection, we begin to slow. Half a mile later, we keel over. I lean my hands on my knees and cough. It’s the air pressure. The dome’s coming down. The wind now pushes on us with powerful force, swirling trash around the intersection like a cyclone. And there’s smoke. I don’t notice it at first because it’s so transparent, but the atmosphere’s definitely heavier. Multiple explosions throughout the ship have freed gases that we shouldn’t be breathing. I glance at the sky and notice ships and shuttles all around us—dots in the darkening blue. Passengers are evacuating in all directions, heading toward safer ships. We’re standing in the middle of approaching disaster.

“We’re sinking,” Avery says. “Can you feel it? What’s happened to the emergency thrusters?”

I turn and stare at her in silence. Part of me knew this from the moment the ground rocked back in the storage center, but there were too many other things to worry about. And now, the Ridium. Not even someone like Cassius could deal with all of these factors at once. Not even someone like Alkine.

I think about the people unable to evacuate. The docking bays will be the first to hit the ground, and the worst damaged when they do. There’d be nothing left. No survivors. It had been the Skyship Community’s biggest fear since the fleet first launched into the stratosphere. A ship couldn’t be allowed to crash. And if it hits anywhere but the Fringes, the casualties could be in the thousands. More, even.

I cough. It’s a struggle to keep standing, let alone move forward. If Theo’s here, as powerful as he was back inside the vessel, there’s no way I’ll have enough energy to fight him.

Just then, I notice a flash of green out of the corner of my eye. I peer at the sky, searching for its origin. Before I can spot it again, the entire street’s lit up.

I watch as a crowd of Drifters join us in the middle of the intersection. They descend from the sky like angels, landing gracefully on the pavement. I see Sem and Talan among them, carried to safety. Instantly, I feel stronger. I arch my shoulders and take a deep breath, spinning in a slow circle to take them all in.

They’re as unique as human beings in shape and size. The elderly stand next to children, next to adults and teenagers. They are my people—more than I’ve ever seen in a single spot. And without saying anything, I know they’re here to help.

They step forward until they’re close enough to touch. None of us speak. We don’t have to. We know what we need to do.

I take a deep breath.

With a renewed sense of purpose, I lead them out of the intersection toward the rapidly disintegrating blanket of green beyond. We may not be much of an army, but the knowledge that they’re behind me gives me the confidence I need to keep going forward.

Several intersections later, I see Cassius.

My first instinct is to run and check if he’s alright. Then I notice Eva and Skandar standing several yards behind him. Alive.

Their expressions transform when they see me. I know how we must look—Avery and I the focal point of an army in green.

I stop and study the scene. Cassius jogs up to me.

“Thank god,” he says. “Theo’s down, but I don’t think it’s permanent. You’ve gotta move.” He glances at my wrist. “On second thought, you’ve gotta get out of here.”

I squint to see past the wreckage. At first I don’t notice Theo against the expanse of blue. Then my eyes settle on a body. Small, right at the edge of the ship. One strong gust and he’d be pulled past the dome, shattering the glass and falling to his death.

“The Pearl energy,” Cassius continues. “The blast was strong enough to knock him down. But he wants your—”

My bracelet flies from my wrist and transforms into a black ball. It sails across the length of the ship to Theo’s outstretched hand. He stands, legs limp and crumbled, shaking with exertion. But he wears a wide smile as he knocks the ball of Ridium high into the air. In seconds it hits the dome. Unstable cracks shatter. I feel the breeze, unnatural against my bare wrist.

“No!” Cassius turns, and I see that his bracelet is gone, too.

I meet his eyes. “What happened?”

“He’s got them both.” Cassius curses. “They’ve been programmed to block the Authority’s signal. They were keeping the red Pearls at bay!”

I look down at my bare skin, then back at the Drifters. The ground pushes up on us as the Skyship continues to sink.

I watch Theo sink to the ground in the distance. He’s on his knees now, smirking.

A shadow falls over him. I crane my neck to see a dark ship approaching. A round of detonations rings against what’s left of the dome, breaking the remaining glass. A Unified Party Cruiser flies into the city, so low that we’re forced to duck as it comes barreling overhead.

It loops around, just above the buildings of the city, and opens fire.

The Drifters shoot up from the ground one after another behind us, darts of green piercing the sky with staggering speed. In seconds, they’re out of sight, taking Sem and Talan with them. I wish I had time to tell them to stay, but they’re frightened. It’s instinctual.